Numbers fly through my mind
Like birds in flight
Migrating to the bright, unknown
Years pile on between smiles and tears
Filling this mind with uncertainty, fear
Dichotomy of the two but no in between here
Leaving us for the wolves and our peers
Nights are short but days are long
Folding their way steadily along
The desolate road of lapses in time
Where few understand and are left behind
Suspended by anxiety
Held by pain
Bewitched by sorrow
Until they meet again
The warmth and glow of a friend
This is joy
This is comfort
This is beauty
This is bliss
The days of these my mind miss
I strive for better
I strive for more
But I shall no longer be caught in this damaging lore
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Nightly Conversations ch.1
PoetryEvery night before bed I would like to try and write a poem here.
